Who Know where it will lead.
We can imagine the dog will wag her tail to greet us and the people will stop and tell us a good story to put in our pockets to pass on to the next folks we meet. Or we can assume pain and rejection are coming our way.
We choose how much light we see.
We create with our thoughts.
Carol, what a great photo and poem. In just a few words, you helped me remember profoundly that I choose my path, my light. Thank you. –Lonnie
My pleasure Dear Heart.